by F.K. Offin, Esq.
1. Wonder not, my Child,
I’ve longed to see your early morning smiles each day;
To behold the growth of the two lower floor soldiers and the three upper floor warriors in white uniform;
They produce unique sounds of joyous triumph as you smile, cry, giggle;
2. Wonder not, my Seed of Might,
Your eyes glitter with amazing destiny,
And your forehead beckons hope as your ears hear good tidings;
Might will not escape your torso as your legs are unctioned for progress;
On, and on, and on, and on;
3. Wonder not, my Creative Seed,
Your clarion calls for twilight soldier’s walk, may it reduce on my plea;
Today’s acrobatic prologue in the wee hours of the morning jolted me;
Indeed, it was as if you knew I was on vacation, well, I am;
I perceive you are dogged to recoup you lost playing moments, may you soften your stands;
And may you count it jolly if you eat with less gymnastics, on my plea;
For this is a noble task for growth and pedal walk;
4. Wonder not, my Answered Call,
We have a whole new two seasons to play,
Adventures are scheduled in purpose,
Child-likeness is packaged with myriads of creativity;
May I find what works best for us often,
And we shall echoe praise Adonai always;
Wonder not, J-Bold.
*TheBold*
_offinesquire@gmail.com_
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